In which I dodge the advances of a doner-eating stranger on the Rapenburg
Me: *is walking home after dance class*
Guy: *is standing in the middle of the road, looking at the other side of the canal, holding a half-eaten doner kebab pita sandwich thing*
Me: *passes by*
Guy: “Sorry, can I ask you something?”
That’s the second person today who’s asking me for directions.
Me: “Sure, what is it?”
Guy: “What do you think of that white car over there?” *points*
WTF?
Me: “What white car over where?”
Guy: “That one across the water.”
Oh balls, I’m not wearing my glasses so I can’t even see which sodding car he means, and what the hell is going on anyway?
Guy: “I need to pick a new car to lease.”
Oh right. Of course you do.
Me: “Oh. Er. Well, it looks kind of nice, doesn’t it? I don’t know a lot about cars.”
Guy: “Oh, right.”
Me: “Yeah. So, er, sorry… Good luck.”
Guy: “Thanks.”
Me: “Yeah. Bye.”
What the...
Guy: *takes a bite out of his sandwich*
Me: *walks on*
Guy: *comes running after me* “Sorry, I don’t know what you must think of me, asking weird questions like that.”
OMFG just go away, you’ve still got your earphones in and you’re eating a sandwich with lots of garlic on and and you look like you’re about sixteen years old and WHAT THE HELL go and try your pick-up lines on somebody else, you creep.
Me: “Er. Well, I was a bit surprised, yes.”
Guy: “But what do you think of the model?”
Me: “Like I said, I don’t know a lot about cars, so…”
Go away.
Guy: “So what do you know a lot about?”
Me: “Er. English literature… and… stuff…”
Guy: “You’ve just come from work?”
WHY am I answering all these questions?
Me: “I had a dance class.”
Guy: “Oh, nice. Where?” *takes another bite out of his sandwich*
Oh please.
Me: “You know that mill over there by the water?” *points* “…I don’t even know what it’s called.”
Guy: “What kind of dance is it?”
None of your business.
Me: “Flamenco.”
Guy: “Oh, flamenco. Do you like that?”
I wouldn’t be taking classes if I didn’t.
Me: “Yes, it’s fun.”
Guy: “You don’t by any chance know where I can take salsa lessons or something? Or just go out to dance in general?”
Maybe I should tell him about the fish-selling-guy who came by when I was manning the liquor store at work... he gave me a salsa-school flyer. And then he nearly stole my scissors.
Me: “Er.”
Guy: “Do you live here?”
Seriously, GO AWAY.
Me: “Yes, I live here, but I don’t really go out much, so I’m afraid I don’t know.”
Guy: “Oh.” *takes another bite out of his sandwich*
This seems like a good moment to back away slowly.
Me: “So if you don’t mind, I’m going home…”
Guy: “Oh. Okay.”
Me: “Good luck with the car.” *walks on*
Guy, not moving but just yelling after me: “Don’t you want to go out for a drink or something?”
Holy crap, don’t you ever give up?
Me: *puts nicest smile on and turns around* “…I’m flattered, but no, thanks.”
Guy: “Oh. Okay. Have a nice evening!”
Me: “You too.”
Have fun with your sandwich. And DON'T follow me.
Me: *turns corner and practically runs home*
…that was my adventure for today, then.
Guy: *is standing in the middle of the road, looking at the other side of the canal, holding a half-eaten doner kebab pita sandwich thing*
Me: *passes by*
Guy: “Sorry, can I ask you something?”
That’s the second person today who’s asking me for directions.
Me: “Sure, what is it?”
Guy: “What do you think of that white car over there?” *points*
WTF?
Me: “What white car over where?”
Guy: “That one across the water.”
Oh balls, I’m not wearing my glasses so I can’t even see which sodding car he means, and what the hell is going on anyway?
Guy: “I need to pick a new car to lease.”
Oh right. Of course you do.
Me: “Oh. Er. Well, it looks kind of nice, doesn’t it? I don’t know a lot about cars.”
Guy: “Oh, right.”
Me: “Yeah. So, er, sorry… Good luck.”
Guy: “Thanks.”
Me: “Yeah. Bye.”
What the...
Guy: *takes a bite out of his sandwich*
Me: *walks on*
Guy: *comes running after me* “Sorry, I don’t know what you must think of me, asking weird questions like that.”
OMFG just go away, you’ve still got your earphones in and you’re eating a sandwich with lots of garlic on and and you look like you’re about sixteen years old and WHAT THE HELL go and try your pick-up lines on somebody else, you creep.
Me: “Er. Well, I was a bit surprised, yes.”
Guy: “But what do you think of the model?”
Me: “Like I said, I don’t know a lot about cars, so…”
Go away.
Guy: “So what do you know a lot about?”
Me: “Er. English literature… and… stuff…”
Guy: “You’ve just come from work?”
WHY am I answering all these questions?
Me: “I had a dance class.”
Guy: “Oh, nice. Where?” *takes another bite out of his sandwich*
Oh please.
Me: “You know that mill over there by the water?” *points* “…I don’t even know what it’s called.”
Guy: “What kind of dance is it?”
None of your business.
Me: “Flamenco.”
Guy: “Oh, flamenco. Do you like that?”
I wouldn’t be taking classes if I didn’t.
Me: “Yes, it’s fun.”
Guy: “You don’t by any chance know where I can take salsa lessons or something? Or just go out to dance in general?”
Maybe I should tell him about the fish-selling-guy who came by when I was manning the liquor store at work... he gave me a salsa-school flyer. And then he nearly stole my scissors.
Me: “Er.”
Guy: “Do you live here?”
Seriously, GO AWAY.
Me: “Yes, I live here, but I don’t really go out much, so I’m afraid I don’t know.”
Guy: “Oh.” *takes another bite out of his sandwich*
This seems like a good moment to back away slowly.
Me: “So if you don’t mind, I’m going home…”
Guy: “Oh. Okay.”
Me: “Good luck with the car.” *walks on*
Guy, not moving but just yelling after me: “Don’t you want to go out for a drink or something?”
Holy crap, don’t you ever give up?
Me: *puts nicest smile on and turns around* “…I’m flattered, but no, thanks.”
Guy: “Oh. Okay. Have a nice evening!”
Me: “You too.”
Have fun with your sandwich. And DON'T follow me.
Me: *turns corner and practically runs home*
…that was my adventure for today, then.